| Thaltos nodded. Rest sounded good to him, it had been a hell of a long day. Walking over to a wall and slumping on the floor against it, he crossed the Shears of Atropos across his lap and let his hands rest lightly on the hilts. Crossing one leg over the other, he gave each of his companions a brief nod, and let his gaze hover over Balthizar before he lowered his head and started to doze. |